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her  eyes  widen  at  what  just  occurred.  is  this  really  happening  ?  did  he  really  just  do  that  ?  did  he  almost  just  fall   right  in  front  of  her  ?  where  did  he  even  get  that  webbing  from  ?

gwen  listens  to  his  explanations  ,  trying  to  take  them  in  as  he  continued  to  ramble  excuse  after  excuse.  if  he  thought  she  would  believe  anything  he  said  ,  well  …  he’s  probably  out  of  his  mind.  (  &  gwen  is  definitely  losing  her  mind.  )  ❛  amnesia  does  not  work  that  way  ,  peter.  you  definitely  know  that.  ❜  gwen  takes  a  step  back  from  the  windowsill  ,  allowing  him  room  to  come  in.  ❛  do  you  have  any  injuries  ?  i  have  a  first  -  aid  kit  in  my  drawers.  ❜  she  bites  her  lip.  ❛  you  have  a  lot  of  explaining  to  do.  ❜

he was done for. there was no backing out of this one. it was almost as bad as ned finding out, if not worse. why did he continuously put himself in situations like this ? he truly dug himself under this time. ( it could’ve been worse right ? )

he lifted himself into the window, almost dead silent as he limped just a bit. ❛ nah, i’m good i just need to sit down for a second. ❜ peter tried to assure, yet his body deceived him with the agonizingly obvious pain he was in. ❛ i swear i don’t need anything, gwen, just pause for a second. ❜ his voice etched with fatigue, though wasn’t demanding, as he found a chair and almost collapsed into it. being able to finally relax his strained muscles gave way to his tiredness, yet the anxiousness pulsed through even more. peter lay lax directly in front of someone in his suit without his mask. ❛ look, it’s a long story. like … really long. ❜